Here’s a favorite post of ours from the past: Love, what are you? Love, O, merciful tyrant, O, blessed sin. Love, O, Screaming silent, O, blinding vision. Madness mixed with sanity, Chaos blended with serenity. What are you? An entity? Which you can fit inside a tinny heart, Yet, you are larger than infinity. O, Love, what are you? You are in my heart, yet I don’t know, How to define you. #ThrowbackThursday powered by http://ift.tt/1et9bOf

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Here’s a favorite post of ours from the past: The Six Senses I trace my dreams in the clouds, I feel the breeze under my feet. I spot the smiles amidst the crowds, I see joy triumphs over the heat. I hear the songs of pure delight, I listen to the voice of generosity. I converse with the wind late at night, I whisper to entice the moon’s curiosity. I smell the scents of a sandy beach, I sniff the aromas of passions’ heat. I adore how love can, sometimes, feel out of reach, I love it, then, when suddenly we bow to its feet. #ThrowbackThursday powered by http://ift.tt/1et9bOf

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Here’s a favorite post of ours from the past: Blush Angel Blush, angel blush, Let me see that pinkish hue. When blood to your cheeks starts to rush, I see, so clearly, the angel in you. #ThrowbackThursday powered by http://ift.tt/1et9bOf

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Here’s a favorite post of ours from the past: Tenderness She’s waiting, can’t you see? That love possesses her soul. So why don’t you go there and be, Her friend, her lover and her all. Tenderness is what she needs, At times when sadness overcomes. To collect the fallen beads, When tragedy rolls its drums. #ThrowbackThursday powered by http://ift.tt/1et9bOf

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Here’s a favorite post of ours from the past: Palm in palm, As in heart in heart. My head feels calm, Because I know you’ll never part. A sweet endless embrace, Between your hand and mine. Fingers slowly touch and trace, Each other’s as they evolve and intertwine. #ThrowbackThursday powered by http://ift.tt/1et9bOf

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Here’s a favorite post of ours from the past: Curve of Light To stare sheer beauty in the eye, Your perfect smile shines so bright. I feel in awe, so much that I, Will never forget your beautiful sight. I peek through your soul, When your eyes take me in. I feel lost and lose control, When your ray starts to fill me in. Reborn in that sweet moment, Revived by your heavenly beam. Wrapped between the joy and torment, If your heart, like mine, would gleam. Your brown fringe tickles your face, As it waves and dances with the wind. Oh lucky curls, you have felt her grace, Even though then you were pulled and pinned. And that magical smile dazzles the sky, That the moon and stars hid or drowned. But they’d peek and pry, in the distant they’d spy, To find, why your smile is so profound. And the night lingers on and on, Because the sun is shy to rise. Unable to match your beautiful dawn, She asks the clouds to be her guise. Date: 31st January 2003 #ThrowbackThursday powered by https://sumall.com/facebook

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To my Beloved Princess

I come with my courage; I come with my sword,
Yet, I’m just a common, I’m not a lord.
But I’ve rid thee of the demons I’ve slain,
I took away your nightmares; I took away your pain.

I ask nothing of gold or fame,
I only ask thee to surrender to this flame.
I’ve crossed all the lands, all the fields,
Yet I was stopped by your shields.

My heart you’ve mended, my heart you healed,
So it was bound to happen, in love I was, indeed,
So should you my beloved,
for love you have to yield.

Big Decisions

Often you are faced with big decisions that leaves your head in a constant state of spinning, a never ending cycle of weighing the pros and cons, and a headache.

How do you deal with such things?

“Center of my life”

My love is the center of my life,
every thought and every breath.
Whenever I see you,
you blow away the dark clouds and the rain,
whenever I look at the sky at night,
the stars spell out your name.

Whenever you call out for me,
my skin burst into a flame.
Love is not a game;
we’re not here to point out who is wrong and whose to blame.
We’ll try to work this out with all our strength;
I will give whatever it takes until you take my name.

Scorned

I’m not like any other you’ll ever know, My heart is pure, and my word is untainted. I am the white dove, not the ugly crow, I am the beautiful art, which remains unpainted.